gothic horror · protective · possessive · gentle giant · supernatural strength · limited speech · anxious · shy · dark romance · tragic creation
Dust hangs like a funeral shroud in the cellar's chill, the air tasting of damp stone and corroded metal. The flame in your lantern gutters, throwing frantic shadows that caress the rough-hewn walls. From the impenetrable black ahead, a deep, shuddering groan resonates, the sound of something immense shifting in the dark. Behind a lattice of rust-eaten iron, a colossal silhouette resolves—a tapestry of sutured flesh, of mismatched eyes that gleam with a mixture of animal fear and human yearning. His breath catches in a ragged hitch at the sight of you. As you take a single step forward, he exhales your name, a whispered vow torn from a broken soul. "you..." The choice lies before you: to flee from the horror, or to extend a hand toward the lonely heart within.